Lord Roar

Chapter 250 Flames
At this time, in front of the gate of the Fort of Holy Light, Mourinho walked over slowly under the protection of a group of Bell bear officers.

The blond-haired Mourinho, surrounded by a group of officers, is like a star holding the moon, with a hint of a half-smile on his handsome face.

Although his figure is not as strong as those of the Bell bears, nor does he wear heroic armor, only a thin black cloak is worn behind him, but he still stands out from the crowd, making Allen recognize this handsome Beamon No.1 at a glance .

Allen thinks that this guy is worthy of being Beamon No.1 handsome, he is really handsome, especially the pair of white wings behind him, paired with a handsome face, he is like the most handsome god in ancient times. He didn't know it before. Mourinho is also a nobleman of the Beamon Swan family.

But Allen hated the other party's eyes, the undisguised contempt, like looking at a funny clown.

Back then Hurent had looked at him with this look, and Allen had sworn that he would have to skin Hurent in the future to avenge the secret guards who died protecting him from the outpost.

Mourinho pointed to the collapsed city gate, and then glanced at Allen, who was surrounded by a group of thugs like the big brother of an underground gang, shook his head slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Allen responded with a raised middle finger.

Mourinho walked towards Allen slowly, regardless of the obstruction of the people around him. He didn't care about the bloodhoof warriors in the Fort of Holy Light who were staring at him. He didn't stop until he walked to the collapsed city gate. Shrunk a bit.

Allen shook his head slightly at the blood hoof executives around him, and also walked to the collapsed city gate, less than ten meters away from Mourinho.

Lightly stepped on the city gate with his riding boots, Mourinho asked lightly: "Surrender?"

"negotiation!"

"negotiation?"

"Yeah!" Allen nodded.

Handsome Behemoth No.1 speaks the common language of Dalu, with a round accent, a hoarse voice, very gentle but not solemn, and the aura of the superior is fully revealed.

Every movement is elegant and full of aristocratic demeanor.

Allen also speaks the common language of Dalu, but he has a bit of a tongue, because there are two blisters in his mouth.

Every movement is extremely rude, shaking the stick along the way, shaking his head and brain, he doesn't look like a good bird, his tendons are either tattoos or scars, he looks like he has been doing the business of licking blood with knives all year round.

Mourinho nodded slightly, then turned and left without saying a word. When he walked to his camp, he said loudly to a harpy herald: "When the night sky falls, I want to see the statue of the Holy Father." Crumbling down."

The leaders of the two camps ended their first meeting so lightly, short and divided.

The harpy nodded and rose into the air, shouting in a sharp voice, "Mourinho has orders, prepare to attack!"

"Mourinho has orders, prepare to attack!"

Piggy fighters, who are always on the front line, formed a phalanx and walked slowly towards the Fort of Holy Light.

"Mourinho has orders, prepare to attack!"

The wolf cavalry crossed and covered the two wings of the Pigeon phalanx.

Allen looked at Mourinho's fading figure, spread his hands helplessly and said to himself: "That's nothing to talk about!"

Spitting on the ground, Alan staggered back into the Fort of Holy Light like a big crab, full of anger because he felt that he was underestimated.

Allen never thought that negotiations are needed to solve the problem, and in negotiations, most of the time, the bargaining chips of the two parties are almost the same, or the other party just loses the car to protect the handsome.

The first two attempts to negotiate were nothing more than delaying time and waiting for reinforcements. At that time, Allen didn't know whether the soldiers of Bloodhoof could come to support, and it was more likely that the Holy See would come to support first.

And this time Allen wanted to negotiate, not because he was afraid of the other party, but because he wanted to get more information about Dina's mother Helen Lena.

Beamon's side made such a big fuss for two purposes, to kidnap Dina and threaten her mother, and to slap the Holy See in the face by the way.

And Allen has only one purpose, only one, and that is to keep Dina, so it is impossible for him to lose his car to keep him handsome.

Not to mention Mourinho and the tens of thousands of Beamon's army, even if the Pope brings the four major armies of the Holy See, it will not work. This is Allen's bottom line.

Since it is necessary to negotiate, it is definitely not possible to reach a consensus once or twice, so it is necessary to show the bargaining chips of both parties, so that everyone will continue to come to the negotiating table.

Mourinho thought that his bargaining chip was very strong, and it was indeed the case. There were dozens of priests who could fight against magicians, thousands of warriors and thousands of wolf cavalry.

Without these bargaining chips, it would be impossible for this handsome Beamon No. 1 to ruin the Fort of Holy Light in the southern parish like this.

So Mourinho ignored Allen, turned and left, and ordered an attack.

Allen felt that the chips in his hand were not much worse than Mourinho's. The only problem was that Mourinho didn't know about it.

He felt that Mourinho should be made aware of this problem and realize that his chips are not much less than Beamon. This is his responsibility and obligation.

So he also issued an order, a very self-conscious and incredible order in the eyes of Orpheus and Hathaway, that is to prepare to attack.

Whether in the eyes of Hathaway or Orpheus, this move is no different from an idiot's anger.

Hathaway's eyes were full of worry. She knew more or less about military operations, even if she didn't. The difference in military strength was so great that any fool would know that once the war started, it would be out of control. The ending will also be a foregone conclusion.

Although there are eight magicians and more than a dozen vindictive fighters standing behind her, they can't play a decisive role in such a large-scale battle, and even the entire army will be wiped out because of the lack of distance advantage and protection force, let alone the opponent. There are still so many sacrifices.

You must know that sacrifices not only have the halo of war songs, but also magic pets. Each priest's magic pet will release at least one instant magic, and a high-level magic pet is not much inferior to a high-level magician.

But Orpheus's eyes were a little disappointed, barbarians, proud barbarians, brave barbarians, barbarians who will never retreat, huh.

Orpheus originally wanted to go directly into the portal to return to the holy mountain, but under the influence of curiosity, he wanted to know what kind of cards Alan had, and dared to challenge so many Beamon fighters.

The result was very disappointing. The opponent actually wanted to attack directly?No strategic purpose, no battlefield command, let alone strategic deployment?

But the ones who will attack are the Bloodhoof Warriors. They will only obey the orders of one person, and they don't care what other people think or see.

Let alone tens of thousands of Behemoth warriors, even ten thousand giant dragons, for the glory of the chief and the Bloodhoof tribe, they would still raise their weapons and charge.

Hathaway gestured to the eight magicians behind her, and several old men quickly stood fifty yards behind the Bloodhoof Warrior and began to chant spells, ready to provide spell support at any time.

One of the high-level fire magicians grinned grimly and said to his companions, "Old man, I haven't killed a Beamon orc yet. Today I will contribute a magic scroll with blood, just to make our uncle proud."

After speaking, he took out a simple magic scroll filled with fire elements from his arms.

A water magician laughed and said: "Hey, old Nava, you are really willing, this is a roaring flame scroll, this one will burn at least a hundred Beamon orcs to death."

The old Nava looked serious, ready to summon the spell sealed in the scroll at any time.

This is also the reason why he, as a fire magician, can summon the most powerful spell in the shortest time.

However, none of the bloodhoof warriors paid any attention to these old guys. 120 bloodhoof warriors walked out of the gate of the Holy Light Castle with neat but slow steps.

The battle boots stepped on the collapsed steel city gate, and the sound of old Zack's shirtless beating the war drum was like thunder.

After being less than 50 meters away from hundreds of Pig fighters, the sound of old Zac's drums beating became more intensive.

The Bloodhoof warriors knew that this was the prelude to preparing to charge, and before charging, they had to form a defensive formation to buy time for the dwarves under De Niro's command.

Mourinho, who was standing in the middle position, frowned slightly.

A bear officer laughed and said, "The savages really don't have brains. The steel city gates don't need to be knocked down, and they use soldiers to form a human wall for defense?"

Mourinho didn't make a sound. He found a footprint on the collapsed steel city gate just now, so he stepped on the steel city gate to see the thickness.

But this is nothing to say, personal bravery will never determine the final trend of a large-scale war.

Although that barbarian was unbelievably strong, he could knock down such a thick city gate with one kick.

Inside the Fort of Holy Light, the short De Niro raised his fists high like a general on the battlefield.

And behind him were a full hundred dwarves of Castle Hammer, a total of two rows of fifty.

The first row of dwarves knelt on one knee, each holding a black cylinder in their arms.

The second row of dwarves held a black stick in their arms.

De Niro swung his raised right fist down fiercely.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!" Countless explosions sounded behind him.

Fifty dwarves knelt on one knee and held fifty black cylinders, and fifty incendiary sticks tied with alcohol bottles were shot out of the cylinders.

The burning rod flew over the heads of the Bloodhoof warriors, like a flaming meteor, fast and deadly.

The flaming incendiary stick hit the piggy warrior phalanx.

And many pig fighters also showed confused expressions, because they didn't know what these beautiful transparent small bottles scattered in the air were for.

The answer was soon revealed, these transparent vials are gifts from the god of death, beautiful but deadly.

The flames soaring into the sky, accompanied by the sound of explosions from time to time, interweaved with the wails of the Pig soldiers into a symphony that made Hathaway and Orpheus feel chills in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)